AN: I don't have the mental capacity or the time to spend on writing "Slow"
any more, I'm going to stick to writing random stuff to entertain myself
and the rest of you lot. If anyone wants to pick up "Slow" and continue it,
feel free to do so, but message me if you care to learn what spawned that
idea in the first place.
Title: Forgotten Heroes BtvS and ????????
Xander craved doing something original. He wanted it as bad as he had wanted Buffy to go with him to the dance last year. He craved something original like fat people crave buffets. It was Halloween, dammit, it was the 'come as you aren't at night' time o' the year, so, in typical Xander fashion, he decided he wanted to prance away in spandex with his two female best buds, and preferred English guy (he still can't bring himself to confessing he liked the G-man). He had his camera and multiple film canisters stored throughout the inside pockets in his newly scored jacket. Let the games begin!
Buffy hated not getting her way. Normally all it took was a pout-y cute face, most recently, her way usually revolved around her beating, threatening and or killing out-right her opposition, however, she knew she OWED Xander this one favor and really, her outfit was not that bad, and thus she caved. No one could tell it was her at all, the helmet and cape pretty well kept her identity secret. She really did not mind wearing the yellow spandex getup. Getting Willow into her outfit, now THAT will be the fun part.
Willow really liked her "Boo". It was cute, concise, cost effective....and really hid all of those embarrassing feminine curves well. It was not a national secret that Willow was easily embarrassed by such things as possible sexuality, other than her undying crush for her Xander-Shaped best friend. Speaking of, he's been un-Xanderlike. He had not told her what he was going as for Halloween. The last few years, He had been trying to con her into doing something group oriented, not just he, Jesse and herself running around in mix matched outfits. His secretiveness could mean one of two things: He was really depressed about not having Jesse with him to share this time honored tradition of trying to con Willow into doing something utterly different from her status quo, or he was scheming away at something. This is bad, this is very bad.
Giles quite fancied himself in his get-up that Xander had coerced him into wearing, not that he would ever admit it. A modern day Knight in Shining, and in the comics, flying armor. Giles was immune from all persecution due his English sense of repaying a debt owed... the helmet's visor really helped out with that. Also the fact that it would be an alien concept for anyone to see him out of the tweed suits he usually sported. He decided to let out a little of his dweebish excitement. The suit itself was quite comfortable, if a little back heavy and restricting in the crotch, but that is another story for another time. Giles waited at the school with his face plate flipped up, trying to sip some tea with his gauntlets still on, half curious half horrified to imagine what Ms. Calendar would say if she saw him like this.
Buffy, Willow and Xander had all agreed to prep at Buffy's place. The girls monopolized the bathroom and Xander was changing in Dawn's room, trying to keep the girl from peeking in on his while changing. With Dawn's efforts at getting a visual of Xander-booty thwarted, she pouted and started to get her Princess Toadstool costume on in her mother's room. Much noise and screams of outrage could be heard coming from the bathroom, specifically the vocal cords of the cute redhead being handed a black spandex costume.
"Will, you've been wanting to wow Xander forever now, what better way to get noticed than in skin tight spandex?" Reasoned the usually clueless blonde.
"BUFFY!!! This is SPANDEX! As in tight, form fitting, revealing and"
"Xander's doing it too."
"....."
Buffy grinned, victory and promise of sweet diet cookies well earned. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Don't rub it in, at least I don't have a cape." the redhead snickered.
Xander finished putting on his black and white spandex, his mask that left his hair visible and the trademark bomber jacket with a stylized 'R' on the back. He grabbed a little baby powder to whiten his hair and finished clipping 8 small discs, four along each arm that also carried the same styled 'R' logo. Phase one complete.
Generally yellow spandex made for bad outfits, however in Buffy's case, it made her feel like a sex goddess. It accented perfectly her every curve and actually managed to support her chest well. She clipped on her red cape as well as her metallic boots and bracers. Wonder what Angel will think?
Willow felt like a cross between Rocky the Flying Squirrel and a gothic red light district worker. The costume did hide her face, hair and muffled her voice somewhat. She looked in the mirror one last time, trying to cope with what she's wearing and remembering that Xander will be wearing something as skintight. Her mask hid her blushing face. She turned to look at Buffy's finished get up and again had to keep her laughter to herself. Both girls exited the bathroom to see Princess Toadstool walk down the stairs towards her Pirate-mom. And the moment of truth, the girls saw this spandex clad white and black figure with white hair step out of Dawn's room and both were thankful that their masks hid their drooling features.
"Wooohooo! Buffster, Wills, I am in utter awe." He whips out his camera and takes a few shots of his friends before both of them could lunge after the camera. Xander dodged and quickly ran down the stairs and opted to hide behind Joyce Summers who was prepping her Princess Toadstool while shouting back "I completely renounce bikinis!"
"Wha- Xander?! What the h-"She looked at her daughter and her friend in the super hero costumes and grinned. "Congratulations, you got your wish."
"Thanks Mrs. S, couldn't have done it without you-oops."
"MOM!?"
"Mrs. Summers?!"
Joyce shrugged and enjoyed their mutual torment. "Xander needed both of your measurements to get your costumes to fit right. He had me fold them up in an envelope and give them to the tailor myself so you couldn't abuse him for looking."
Both girls provided a quick 'Oh.'
"Besides, it's nice that you're all going as a team. Xander, who did you say was the fourth member of your super-team?"
Xander managed to scratch the back of his head and somehow convey his sudden anxious fear though his mask. "That's a surprise for the girls, Mrs. S. Thanks for your help. Come on ladies, time to go save the world and stuff!"
The girls groaned at this comment, but both blushed behind their masks as they stared at Xander's rear as they left the house.
That's ninety four percent of Xander known head to toe now. Guess where that came from.
Ethan Rayne loved Chaos. He had a good dose of respect for the power that the metaphysical force had over the universe, but he also enjoyed a great deal of amusement from its actions. It was usually in the laughing it up phase of the operation that he was usually interrupted by some white hat or randomly placed idiot. He had just finished his activation enchantment of the costumes he had sold over the previous weeks. This was going to be sodding sweet.
The first thing that Cassie St. Commons noticed was that she seemed to be in the 'burbs. What the hell? She had just been at the top of Times Square in NYC, looking down at the people and contemplating her next move. Regaining her wits, she assessed the situation. Little demons were running around, hitting old people and generally acting like a bunch of ankle- biting gremlins. As she walked around in her uniform, she noticed that she felt different.
"WHAT THE HELL?????????" cried the formerly dead super-heroin. After a brief physical exam, she noticed that while she was about the same height and build but her boobs were reduced dramatically to those of a B cup. She quickly found her way into the street and decided to take a chance. She faced one of the parked cars, stationed underneath a street lamp and pulled up her mask. This is bad, This is VERY bad. I've got to find the others. She /blinked/ off, trying to find her comrades in arms.
"Great googlely mooglely...... I was just in the fire, I should be back in the frying pan..... why the hell am I in the twilight zone!?" Johnny Gallo was a man of a refined history, culture, up brining, most of which involving the delicate care provided by TV after his mother's death and his father's subsequent withdrawal from the universe. Johnny was a man with roots and a true character, or so claims the native New Yorker.
He surveyed the situation. Little demons running around, check. Adult vampires looking interested in the mayhem, they sending his danger-sense off the scale, triple check. They seemed like the immediate threat. Taking a disc from either sleeve of his jacket, he hurled them with unerring accuracy towards the vamps. As they played with trying to swat away his toys, Ricochet jumped on top of a tree and broke off a few branches. When he got a clear opening he hurled them down, at his targets' hearts, dusting them effectively. With their targets dusted, the discs returned to their launching position and arrived in Rico's waiting hands.
"Good work, boys. I'll get you both snow-cones next chance I get." Johnny leaped back up to his perch in the tree, a good thirty feet higher than street level, and scanned the area once more, looking for any trace of his pal Hornet, that weird chica Dusk and everybody's favorite asshole Prodigy- he spotted a yellow and red shape a street over from his current position- WITH BOOBS?! I am NOT letting him live this one down. If only I had a camera... Johnny comically felt around his jacket for show, hoping the fates had smiled on him, which, freakishly enough, they had. In his inside pocket was one wallet, in the other a camera and a few rolls of film. Taking the chance, he opened up the wallet and looked into the face of one Alexander L. Harris. This prompted Rico to examine his own body and found it odd, not a bad odd, this bod had potential, it just wasn't his. /sigh/ Moment of truth time
Ricochet jumped down from the tree and landed next to a little girl who dressed up as Barbie, while she was spazzing out, Rico kindly grabbed her fallen pink purse, opened it and grabbed the compact mirror inside He returned the purse to the young prosti-tot. He rolled his mask over his head and looked into his reflection- that of Alexander Harris.
"WHERE'S EDDIE WHEN YOU NEED HIM!?"
Ritchie Gilmore did not like this situation. Not. One. Bit. His dramatic arrival into this suburban area not withstanding, he was in a body that was a SHE, a very attractive she, but Prodigy knew that if Ricochet found him like this, he would never hear the end of it. From his/her other observations, this town was being overrun by a group of demons- his/her understanding of demons existing coming from the fact that the team had just finished their war tour down in Mephisto's Realm. But something told him that the smaller creatures did not feel right, not quite evil, not quite good. Considering the fact that he/she was not in his/her own body, he/she hazarded the guess that the same could be true for the vicious rugrats and thus, only aimed to knock them out, not rip them apart as he/she could.
What did set off Prodigy's inner sense of KILL was the pack of adult vampires walking around, acting as if tonight's events were the best thing since sliced blood. --,,,,, Ricochet is rubbing off on me, not that he EVER needs to hear that.
Prodigy moved towards one of the houses across the street with wooden railings built into the front porch. He snapped two of them off in good points and dashed into the heat of battle.
If anyone was ever curious what the end result would be if someone was just plucked out of the air and placed in a chair, feet on a table sipping tea in a flash, they should have seen the spit take done by one Hornet. After the feeling of immense vertigo left him, Eddie MacDonough rose from his place on his ass and assessed the situation. He woke up in a library, nothing new there, happens all the time to him, this just was not his library. "Oh frickin' marvelous," /blink blink/ "WHY DO I HAVE AN ENGLISH ACCENT?"
Hornet ran out into the hallway and found the nearest mens room. He took off his helmet and started to splash water into his face repeatedly, trying to shake this god awful dream he must be stuck in. Only when he looked into the mirror did he see the face of a middle aged Englishman with grey starting to pepper his hair. Eddie's eyes bulged out of his head as he promptly started to panic.
"NO! NO! WHY AM I OLD!?!?!?!?!"
Cassie felt something familiar run through her being. One of her teammates was truly afraid....Eddie Dusk /blinked/ to his location and saw the purple and green form of the guy who's been crushing on her for a little while now holding his head in his hands and rocking back and forth on the ground. "Eddie, what's wrong?"
Eddie took his hands from his face to look at Dusk. "I'm OLD, that's what's wrong!"
Cassie observed Eddie's new form, now confirming that something was truly amiss. "How do you think I FEEL? Look at me!"
Eddie looked at Dusk and noticed that her chest was smaller first off, then looked up at the pale face of Willow Rosenburg and her red hair. /blink blink/ "I say, where did your knackers go?"
Cassie frowned and proceeded to kick her fallen teammate in the shin. "You had to say that didn't you?"
"While I had an English accent, hell yeah!" Grinned Hornet, very Ripper- esque
Dusk sighed again then helped Hornet up. "Let's find the others." They /blinked/ out of the building and into the streets. Hornet kick started his jet pack and proceeded to scan the area for the others. He saw a yellow and a red shape fighting with some vampires? and flew in that direction.
In his hundred and forty odd years of being a vampire, there were very few things that Spike, also known as William the Bloody, had not seen. Having a good portion of the town's citizens turning into their Halloween costumes was a new event. "This is just..../neat/.
"My kitten has gone and become the hero he has always wanted to be, but he needs to eat his carrots and veggies he does." Rambled one Drucilla as she walked arm in arm with her undead lover.
"Indeed he does, Dru," agreed Spike, nodding and smiling to his girlfriend. "I wonder what the Slayer has found herself in tonight.?"
"We must be careful of that nasty girl tonight, my dear William. She is not who she is but the stars say that she is still dangerous."
Spike shrugged and kept walking, many other vampires and little demons joining his ranks as they walked through town like King Shit of Turd Island.
This is bad, this is very bad, thought Prodigy as he/she faced off against four vamps. This body is not moving as fast as it should, nor does it allow me my full level of strength, Prodigy smiled a grim smile underneath his helmet. finally a challenge.
Prodigy blocked the right jab of first vamp while hopping over the leg sweep of the second. He/she planted a solid right punch into the first vamp's throat, distracting it long enough to be dusted. In that time, the third vamp came in and delivered a devastating double handed smash to his/her back, forcing him/her to roll along the ground, seeing spots. The suit is not offering it's usual amount of protection. Prodigy tried to hurl one of his make shift stakes into the heart of the second vamp, but the hit the vamp sideways. The three vamps grinned at the obvious dazed super-hero and looked forward to the tasty looking morsel. At this time the three of them dusted and a black and white clad figure landed from his perch in the trees.
"No need to thank me, pal, just rescuing the PRINCESS from certain doom." Quipped Ricochet.
"Shut UP, Ricochet!" Fumed one Prodigy.
"Have you been able to find any ID on you yet?"
Prodigy checked him/herself over and found none. He did take off his helmet and looked at the face of a pretty bleached blonde in the side mirror of a parked truck. He/she sighed and looked back to Ricochet, who couldn't help but start rolling all over the ground laughing. As he recovered, he flipped out his camera and started taking pictures of Valley Girl Prodigy in numerous states of rage as she/he chased him around the street. Prodigy gave up his/her vain chase and replaced his helm on his head.
"We need a plan," said Prodigy. "We need to find the others and then the source of this spell."
"How do you know this is caused by magic?"
"What else could have caused it?"
".............Good point."
Both menaces to the dark side of spandex heard the familiar whine of their teammate's jet pack and searched the skies for him. Seeing him land, Rico ran over to him to tell him of his getting pictures of chick-Ritchie for future prosperity and blackmail, when all of a sudden, Hornet took off his helmet to reveal the aged face of Rupert Giles, which made Ricochet stop on a dime.
"Wha? Dude? Why are you old?"
"DON'T REMIND ME JOHNNY"
"Why are you English too?" Rico muttered mostly to himself.
This is when Dusk /blinked/ into the picture, her mask off as well. Ricochet gaped at her and grinned. "Heya Cass, when did you get to be so cute?"
She glared at him as he continued to check her out. "Come ON! Lookit her! She's the cuter than a basket of kittens and stuff!" He looked at her behind "Nice butt too." He said mostly to himself, but Dusk caught the comment and blushed slightly. "Cass, you need to give me this girl's number later. Or if you're free now we could-"
"ENOUGH RICOCHET!" Shouted Prodigy, which made him the center of attention as the two new arrivals burst out into laughter, allowing Johnny some time to snap off some pictures of Hornet and Dusk Once the group calmed down they formed their war counsel.
"We need to find the source of the spell." Prodigy said.
'I knew I felt something weird..." Muttered Dusk
"Hornet and Dusk, try to find the source, my best guess, think Halloween costume shop as a start, not all of the people have been changed so that would tell me that there is some selection involved in who changed and did not. Ricochet and I will try to take out the real monsters that are coming out of the woodwork."
"Right-o boss-lady. And break!" Ricochet quipped.
The four heroes split off to their separate duties and hoped they weren't in over their heads again.
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Title: Forgotten Heroes BtvS and ????????
Xander craved doing something original. He wanted it as bad as he had wanted Buffy to go with him to the dance last year. He craved something original like fat people crave buffets. It was Halloween, dammit, it was the 'come as you aren't at night' time o' the year, so, in typical Xander fashion, he decided he wanted to prance away in spandex with his two female best buds, and preferred English guy (he still can't bring himself to confessing he liked the G-man). He had his camera and multiple film canisters stored throughout the inside pockets in his newly scored jacket. Let the games begin!
Buffy hated not getting her way. Normally all it took was a pout-y cute face, most recently, her way usually revolved around her beating, threatening and or killing out-right her opposition, however, she knew she OWED Xander this one favor and really, her outfit was not that bad, and thus she caved. No one could tell it was her at all, the helmet and cape pretty well kept her identity secret. She really did not mind wearing the yellow spandex getup. Getting Willow into her outfit, now THAT will be the fun part.
Willow really liked her "Boo". It was cute, concise, cost effective....and really hid all of those embarrassing feminine curves well. It was not a national secret that Willow was easily embarrassed by such things as possible sexuality, other than her undying crush for her Xander-Shaped best friend. Speaking of, he's been un-Xanderlike. He had not told her what he was going as for Halloween. The last few years, He had been trying to con her into doing something group oriented, not just he, Jesse and herself running around in mix matched outfits. His secretiveness could mean one of two things: He was really depressed about not having Jesse with him to share this time honored tradition of trying to con Willow into doing something utterly different from her status quo, or he was scheming away at something. This is bad, this is very bad.
Giles quite fancied himself in his get-up that Xander had coerced him into wearing, not that he would ever admit it. A modern day Knight in Shining, and in the comics, flying armor. Giles was immune from all persecution due his English sense of repaying a debt owed... the helmet's visor really helped out with that. Also the fact that it would be an alien concept for anyone to see him out of the tweed suits he usually sported. He decided to let out a little of his dweebish excitement. The suit itself was quite comfortable, if a little back heavy and restricting in the crotch, but that is another story for another time. Giles waited at the school with his face plate flipped up, trying to sip some tea with his gauntlets still on, half curious half horrified to imagine what Ms. Calendar would say if she saw him like this.
Buffy, Willow and Xander had all agreed to prep at Buffy's place. The girls monopolized the bathroom and Xander was changing in Dawn's room, trying to keep the girl from peeking in on his while changing. With Dawn's efforts at getting a visual of Xander-booty thwarted, she pouted and started to get her Princess Toadstool costume on in her mother's room. Much noise and screams of outrage could be heard coming from the bathroom, specifically the vocal cords of the cute redhead being handed a black spandex costume.
"Will, you've been wanting to wow Xander forever now, what better way to get noticed than in skin tight spandex?" Reasoned the usually clueless blonde.
"BUFFY!!! This is SPANDEX! As in tight, form fitting, revealing and"
"Xander's doing it too."
"....."
Buffy grinned, victory and promise of sweet diet cookies well earned. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
"Don't rub it in, at least I don't have a cape." the redhead snickered.
Xander finished putting on his black and white spandex, his mask that left his hair visible and the trademark bomber jacket with a stylized 'R' on the back. He grabbed a little baby powder to whiten his hair and finished clipping 8 small discs, four along each arm that also carried the same styled 'R' logo. Phase one complete.
Generally yellow spandex made for bad outfits, however in Buffy's case, it made her feel like a sex goddess. It accented perfectly her every curve and actually managed to support her chest well. She clipped on her red cape as well as her metallic boots and bracers. Wonder what Angel will think?
Willow felt like a cross between Rocky the Flying Squirrel and a gothic red light district worker. The costume did hide her face, hair and muffled her voice somewhat. She looked in the mirror one last time, trying to cope with what she's wearing and remembering that Xander will be wearing something as skintight. Her mask hid her blushing face. She turned to look at Buffy's finished get up and again had to keep her laughter to herself. Both girls exited the bathroom to see Princess Toadstool walk down the stairs towards her Pirate-mom. And the moment of truth, the girls saw this spandex clad white and black figure with white hair step out of Dawn's room and both were thankful that their masks hid their drooling features.
"Wooohooo! Buffster, Wills, I am in utter awe." He whips out his camera and takes a few shots of his friends before both of them could lunge after the camera. Xander dodged and quickly ran down the stairs and opted to hide behind Joyce Summers who was prepping her Princess Toadstool while shouting back "I completely renounce bikinis!"
"Wha- Xander?! What the h-"She looked at her daughter and her friend in the super hero costumes and grinned. "Congratulations, you got your wish."
"Thanks Mrs. S, couldn't have done it without you-oops."
"MOM!?"
"Mrs. Summers?!"
Joyce shrugged and enjoyed their mutual torment. "Xander needed both of your measurements to get your costumes to fit right. He had me fold them up in an envelope and give them to the tailor myself so you couldn't abuse him for looking."
Both girls provided a quick 'Oh.'
"Besides, it's nice that you're all going as a team. Xander, who did you say was the fourth member of your super-team?"
Xander managed to scratch the back of his head and somehow convey his sudden anxious fear though his mask. "That's a surprise for the girls, Mrs. S. Thanks for your help. Come on ladies, time to go save the world and stuff!"
The girls groaned at this comment, but both blushed behind their masks as they stared at Xander's rear as they left the house.
That's ninety four percent of Xander known head to toe now. Guess where that came from.
Ethan Rayne loved Chaos. He had a good dose of respect for the power that the metaphysical force had over the universe, but he also enjoyed a great deal of amusement from its actions. It was usually in the laughing it up phase of the operation that he was usually interrupted by some white hat or randomly placed idiot. He had just finished his activation enchantment of the costumes he had sold over the previous weeks. This was going to be sodding sweet.
The first thing that Cassie St. Commons noticed was that she seemed to be in the 'burbs. What the hell? She had just been at the top of Times Square in NYC, looking down at the people and contemplating her next move. Regaining her wits, she assessed the situation. Little demons were running around, hitting old people and generally acting like a bunch of ankle- biting gremlins. As she walked around in her uniform, she noticed that she felt different.
"WHAT THE HELL?????????" cried the formerly dead super-heroin. After a brief physical exam, she noticed that while she was about the same height and build but her boobs were reduced dramatically to those of a B cup. She quickly found her way into the street and decided to take a chance. She faced one of the parked cars, stationed underneath a street lamp and pulled up her mask. This is bad, This is VERY bad. I've got to find the others. She /blinked/ off, trying to find her comrades in arms.
"Great googlely mooglely...... I was just in the fire, I should be back in the frying pan..... why the hell am I in the twilight zone!?" Johnny Gallo was a man of a refined history, culture, up brining, most of which involving the delicate care provided by TV after his mother's death and his father's subsequent withdrawal from the universe. Johnny was a man with roots and a true character, or so claims the native New Yorker.
He surveyed the situation. Little demons running around, check. Adult vampires looking interested in the mayhem, they sending his danger-sense off the scale, triple check. They seemed like the immediate threat. Taking a disc from either sleeve of his jacket, he hurled them with unerring accuracy towards the vamps. As they played with trying to swat away his toys, Ricochet jumped on top of a tree and broke off a few branches. When he got a clear opening he hurled them down, at his targets' hearts, dusting them effectively. With their targets dusted, the discs returned to their launching position and arrived in Rico's waiting hands.
"Good work, boys. I'll get you both snow-cones next chance I get." Johnny leaped back up to his perch in the tree, a good thirty feet higher than street level, and scanned the area once more, looking for any trace of his pal Hornet, that weird chica Dusk and everybody's favorite asshole Prodigy- he spotted a yellow and red shape a street over from his current position- WITH BOOBS?! I am NOT letting him live this one down. If only I had a camera... Johnny comically felt around his jacket for show, hoping the fates had smiled on him, which, freakishly enough, they had. In his inside pocket was one wallet, in the other a camera and a few rolls of film. Taking the chance, he opened up the wallet and looked into the face of one Alexander L. Harris. This prompted Rico to examine his own body and found it odd, not a bad odd, this bod had potential, it just wasn't his. /sigh/ Moment of truth time
Ricochet jumped down from the tree and landed next to a little girl who dressed up as Barbie, while she was spazzing out, Rico kindly grabbed her fallen pink purse, opened it and grabbed the compact mirror inside He returned the purse to the young prosti-tot. He rolled his mask over his head and looked into his reflection- that of Alexander Harris.
"WHERE'S EDDIE WHEN YOU NEED HIM!?"
Ritchie Gilmore did not like this situation. Not. One. Bit. His dramatic arrival into this suburban area not withstanding, he was in a body that was a SHE, a very attractive she, but Prodigy knew that if Ricochet found him like this, he would never hear the end of it. From his/her other observations, this town was being overrun by a group of demons- his/her understanding of demons existing coming from the fact that the team had just finished their war tour down in Mephisto's Realm. But something told him that the smaller creatures did not feel right, not quite evil, not quite good. Considering the fact that he/she was not in his/her own body, he/she hazarded the guess that the same could be true for the vicious rugrats and thus, only aimed to knock them out, not rip them apart as he/she could.
What did set off Prodigy's inner sense of KILL was the pack of adult vampires walking around, acting as if tonight's events were the best thing since sliced blood. --,,,,, Ricochet is rubbing off on me, not that he EVER needs to hear that.
Prodigy moved towards one of the houses across the street with wooden railings built into the front porch. He snapped two of them off in good points and dashed into the heat of battle.
If anyone was ever curious what the end result would be if someone was just plucked out of the air and placed in a chair, feet on a table sipping tea in a flash, they should have seen the spit take done by one Hornet. After the feeling of immense vertigo left him, Eddie MacDonough rose from his place on his ass and assessed the situation. He woke up in a library, nothing new there, happens all the time to him, this just was not his library. "Oh frickin' marvelous," /blink blink/ "WHY DO I HAVE AN ENGLISH ACCENT?"
Hornet ran out into the hallway and found the nearest mens room. He took off his helmet and started to splash water into his face repeatedly, trying to shake this god awful dream he must be stuck in. Only when he looked into the mirror did he see the face of a middle aged Englishman with grey starting to pepper his hair. Eddie's eyes bulged out of his head as he promptly started to panic.
"NO! NO! WHY AM I OLD!?!?!?!?!"
Cassie felt something familiar run through her being. One of her teammates was truly afraid....Eddie Dusk /blinked/ to his location and saw the purple and green form of the guy who's been crushing on her for a little while now holding his head in his hands and rocking back and forth on the ground. "Eddie, what's wrong?"
Eddie took his hands from his face to look at Dusk. "I'm OLD, that's what's wrong!"
Cassie observed Eddie's new form, now confirming that something was truly amiss. "How do you think I FEEL? Look at me!"
Eddie looked at Dusk and noticed that her chest was smaller first off, then looked up at the pale face of Willow Rosenburg and her red hair. /blink blink/ "I say, where did your knackers go?"
Cassie frowned and proceeded to kick her fallen teammate in the shin. "You had to say that didn't you?"
"While I had an English accent, hell yeah!" Grinned Hornet, very Ripper- esque
Dusk sighed again then helped Hornet up. "Let's find the others." They /blinked/ out of the building and into the streets. Hornet kick started his jet pack and proceeded to scan the area for the others. He saw a yellow and a red shape fighting with some vampires? and flew in that direction.
In his hundred and forty odd years of being a vampire, there were very few things that Spike, also known as William the Bloody, had not seen. Having a good portion of the town's citizens turning into their Halloween costumes was a new event. "This is just..../neat/.
"My kitten has gone and become the hero he has always wanted to be, but he needs to eat his carrots and veggies he does." Rambled one Drucilla as she walked arm in arm with her undead lover.
"Indeed he does, Dru," agreed Spike, nodding and smiling to his girlfriend. "I wonder what the Slayer has found herself in tonight.?"
"We must be careful of that nasty girl tonight, my dear William. She is not who she is but the stars say that she is still dangerous."
Spike shrugged and kept walking, many other vampires and little demons joining his ranks as they walked through town like King Shit of Turd Island.
This is bad, this is very bad, thought Prodigy as he/she faced off against four vamps. This body is not moving as fast as it should, nor does it allow me my full level of strength, Prodigy smiled a grim smile underneath his helmet. finally a challenge.
Prodigy blocked the right jab of first vamp while hopping over the leg sweep of the second. He/she planted a solid right punch into the first vamp's throat, distracting it long enough to be dusted. In that time, the third vamp came in and delivered a devastating double handed smash to his/her back, forcing him/her to roll along the ground, seeing spots. The suit is not offering it's usual amount of protection. Prodigy tried to hurl one of his make shift stakes into the heart of the second vamp, but the hit the vamp sideways. The three vamps grinned at the obvious dazed super-hero and looked forward to the tasty looking morsel. At this time the three of them dusted and a black and white clad figure landed from his perch in the trees.
"No need to thank me, pal, just rescuing the PRINCESS from certain doom." Quipped Ricochet.
"Shut UP, Ricochet!" Fumed one Prodigy.
"Have you been able to find any ID on you yet?"
Prodigy checked him/herself over and found none. He did take off his helmet and looked at the face of a pretty bleached blonde in the side mirror of a parked truck. He/she sighed and looked back to Ricochet, who couldn't help but start rolling all over the ground laughing. As he recovered, he flipped out his camera and started taking pictures of Valley Girl Prodigy in numerous states of rage as she/he chased him around the street. Prodigy gave up his/her vain chase and replaced his helm on his head.
"We need a plan," said Prodigy. "We need to find the others and then the source of this spell."
"How do you know this is caused by magic?"
"What else could have caused it?"
".............Good point."
Both menaces to the dark side of spandex heard the familiar whine of their teammate's jet pack and searched the skies for him. Seeing him land, Rico ran over to him to tell him of his getting pictures of chick-Ritchie for future prosperity and blackmail, when all of a sudden, Hornet took off his helmet to reveal the aged face of Rupert Giles, which made Ricochet stop on a dime.
"Wha? Dude? Why are you old?"
"DON'T REMIND ME JOHNNY"
"Why are you English too?" Rico muttered mostly to himself.
This is when Dusk /blinked/ into the picture, her mask off as well. Ricochet gaped at her and grinned. "Heya Cass, when did you get to be so cute?"
She glared at him as he continued to check her out. "Come ON! Lookit her! She's the cuter than a basket of kittens and stuff!" He looked at her behind "Nice butt too." He said mostly to himself, but Dusk caught the comment and blushed slightly. "Cass, you need to give me this girl's number later. Or if you're free now we could-"
"ENOUGH RICOCHET!" Shouted Prodigy, which made him the center of attention as the two new arrivals burst out into laughter, allowing Johnny some time to snap off some pictures of Hornet and Dusk Once the group calmed down they formed their war counsel.
"We need to find the source of the spell." Prodigy said.
'I knew I felt something weird..." Muttered Dusk
"Hornet and Dusk, try to find the source, my best guess, think Halloween costume shop as a start, not all of the people have been changed so that would tell me that there is some selection involved in who changed and did not. Ricochet and I will try to take out the real monsters that are coming out of the woodwork."
"Right-o boss-lady. And break!" Ricochet quipped.
The four heroes split off to their separate duties and hoped they weren't in over their heads again.
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